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Making love to Sully every night didn’t sound fatal. She could do that. She loved him. Had loved him for years. Wanted to learn to trust him. Yes, she would welcome counseling from a third in the bedroom and out. The Club had an unheard-of success rate. They couldn’t lose.

“Do not answer me right this instant. You will be in separate rooms. Sully, I want you to go into the next room while Jenna makes her decision. Meemee will come with you and you will give her your decision. If you so choose to use the Club’s resources you will sign the contract.”

“What’s in the contract?” she asked in a whisper.

“If either of you break the contract by leaving the other,” Meemee said, “then, Sully, your bar is forfeited to the Ménage Club and, Jenna, you will forfeit your antiques shop to the Club as well.”

Her tummy twisted as Sully frowned. She could feel his doubts intermingle with hers. Could they stay together for one year without breaking it off?

“You cannot discuss it with each other. Do you trust one another enough to sign these contracts? If not, you will not be given a second chance to join. Sully and Meemee, leave the room now.”

Before he let go of her hand, Sully squeezed her fingers. Was it a squeeze of reassurance?

Sweet heavens! Could either of them make such a huge decision based on impulse and instincts? It was insane, wasn’t it?

She tried to read Sully’s expression, but couldn’t. His face remained blank, as if he were deep in thought. He stood slowly, grabbed his robe and slipped into it, concealing the gorgeous muscles in his ass from her.

The instant the door closed behind him, Tony asked her the dreaded question.

“What is your answer?”

“Yes,” Jenna whispered. Yes, she would risk her heart for another chance with Sully. But would he do the same?

“Sign on the dotted line then. If Sully decides not to join, both contracts are null and void. Is that understood?”

She nodded and the click of a pen quickly followed.

With an oddly steady hand, which surprised her, Jenna signed the contract. For some strange reason, she thought the contract would place a heavy weight on her. It didn’t. Actually, it set her free. The Ménage Club would give her the hope and the trust she needed to be with Sully forever.

She had to trust he would want the same thing. She had to trust what he’d said earlier that the reason he had come back home was to be with her.

She giggled as she handed back the paper to Tony.

“Welcome to the Ménage Club, Jenna. We’ll work hard with you to keep our success rating.”

She nodded as she watched him leave and held her breath as she waited to hear Sully’s answer.

* * * * *

“And what is the prize when we make the year?” Sully asked Meemee as he quickly signed the contract. Instincts had told him Jenna would sign too. She loved him and he loved her. They just needed a little bit of time getting back on track.

“Do we get to own Ménage Club?” Sully asked jokingly as he handed the contract back to Meemee.

“Close. You will become part owners of the Club, yes. You will be allowed the privileges of ménages whenever you wish and know you are experiencing it in a safe environment. You may also, if you wish, participate in helping other couples in need such as yourselves, that is, if you don’t break the contract.”

“We won’t break the contract,” Jenna said as she entered the room where he’d been sequestered. She’d put that sexy white chemise on again and he couldn’t wait to get her out of it.

“With the Ménage Club behind us we’re going to make it,” she said softly, her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled with happiness.

Yes, they would make it, of that he was sure.

“And on the odd chance you don’t make it, we will take your businesses away from you and they will be sold—the money goes to a charity of your choice,” Tony replied as he strolled into the room.

“Hmm, that’s a noble cause. Maybe we should break up right now?” Sully teased as he reached out to Jenna, pulling her onto his lap.

She smiled warmly and melted against him like a cat. Her sweet scent swarmed all around him, making him hard again, making him want to cuddle her, be intimate with her and talk about their future.

“And give up a year of ménages…with you? No way, Sully Hero. You answered my ad and now that I have you I’m never letting you go.”

“I do love the sound of that, Jenna MacLean. And I know it won’t be easy regaining your trust but, I promise, you’ll have a lot of fun practicing trusting me again.”

In answer she nipped sharply at his chin and curled her arms around his neck, her eyes smiling mischievously. “Then let’s get practicing.”

The End

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Captive Heroes

Pleasure Bound Book Six

Jan Springer

During a secret NASA mission to locate their brothers on the faraway planet of Paradise, the Hero sisters become separated after they crash land
...
and find unexpected romance with the tormented alien male warriors of the species in this ultra-long scifi book.

Taylor and Kayla

While searching for her brothers, Kayla Hero is bound and imprisoned by the Breeders— along with a male captive whose tantalizing scars pique her interest. Forced to escape with him, she’s irresistibly aroused when she suddenly becomes
his
captive.

Wild lust flares in Kayla’s eyes— a sensual side effect of the Fever Swamp water she’s accidentally ingested. Taylor knows he will enjoy administering the cure — lots of sizzling hot lovemaking!

Blackie and Kinley

Injured and lost in a dense jungle, Kinley Hero is intimidated by the scarred man who hunts her, especially due to the power of erotic submission he holds over her.

Capturing his beautiful female prey, Blackie can’t wait to train her as a pleasure slave for the Death Valley Boys. When her captor slips a collar around her neck, Kinley must struggle with lust as a natural submissive.

Captive Heroes

Published by Spunky Girl Publishing

Copyright 2016 by Jan Springer

Discover other titles by Jan Springer at
http:www.janspringer.com

Cover Art by Talina Perkins ~ Bookin’ It Designs

Boxed Set edited by Julie Naughton

License Notes

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Creative Note

This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, settings and events presented in this book are purely of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead or to any actual events, places and/or settings.

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Chapter One

“Hull breach. Computer malfunction. Electrical interference. Life support threat.”

The string of dire warnings shot like torpedoes through astronaut Kinley Hero’s layers of sleep. As she struggled to awaken from stasis, her gut hollowed out with nausea.

The ship was in trouble.

Trying to rouse herself had always been a bitch in the simulation sessions. God help her, this time was no different. The fatigue that accompanied awakening made it hard to keep her thoughts straight, yet she managed to open her eyes and stare into the saucer-shaped room she hadn’t seen for what should be—if the clock blinking on the far wall indicated correctly—about a year now.

The small starship she and her two sisters were traveling in had been designed with the sleeping quarters smack in the middle of the saucer. All around her, computers hummed with activity. Various lights of red and amber frantically blinked, spewing visual distress signals and echoing alerts. From what she could piece together in her foggy brain, the starship was falling apart—quite literally.

Beyond the protective clear barrier of her sleep cocoon, the curling gray smoke dissipated for a few seconds. Kinley swore beneath her breath at the hairline fissures that had appeared in the titanium framework. Fractures that—if not taken care of immediately—would lead to their demise.

In one solid jolt of awareness, she punched the emergency button beside her head. The secure hatch slid open and immediately acrid smoke sank into her lungs, making her gag. Grabbing the oxygen mask that suddenly dropped before her face, she took a few deep, steadying breaths.

The oxygen passed through Kinley’s system with lightning speed, waking her fully. Power sifted through her and, within moments, her lethargy disappeared. Ripping aside the mask, she crawled out of the pod and moved through the smoke. Passing her sisters’ sleep hatches, she punched each of the hatches’ external emergency buttons, hoping to hell her sisters would grab the oxygen masks that would automatically deploy.

The smoke got denser and stung her eyes as she rushed to the life support console and discovered a virus had infected the system. She didn’t have time to figure out how that had happened, but managed to create an antivirus program to deal with the problem.

Just then, something rocked the ship and she sailed through the air. Pain slapped her naked ass as she landed just inches from the captain’s chair. Grabbing the padded armchair, she hoisted herself onto the plush cushion and snapped on her seatbelt. They were in for a bumpy ride.

The main computer continued to bellow warnings.

“Security nonfunctional. Protective shields failing. Replicators off-line. Warp speed down.”

A quick look at the master visual screen had her cursing up a storm. Her breath halted as the gorgeous planet grew larger and larger in the viewing window. Its pristine blue and dark green colors and shapes looked eerily similar to Earth’s.

Damn!
 They were going to crash land and Kinley doubted she had enough time to stop the descent. There were too many things going wrong all at once. Panic paralyzed her, and for a few precious seconds her mind blanked out as she stared at the blinking warning lights on every system.

One by one the systems were shutting down, down, down. Just like the ship. Down in a blaze of glory.

Ah geez, she had to snap out of her morbid thoughts. Fifteen minutes was her best guesstimate before splat time. The ship had hit the disintegration layers around the planet her brothers had warned against when they sent an SOS back to Earth over two years ago. This unexpected turn of events, the ship breaking up despite assurances from the tech guys that it wouldn’t, pissed her off.

Kinley swallowed as she looked at the hairline fissures in the hull. Hopefully those guys who’d slapped this ship together were right and it wouldn’t fall apart. If they were lucky, the starship would survive the plunge through the atmosphere, but what about after that? It would need some serious repairs. She could get them out of this mess and patch up the ship, but only if they could get the replicators online. And only if they survived the crash.

More arrows of anger slammed through her as she thought of her three older brothers, Joe, Ben and Buck. Damn them! They were crazy bastards! They should have come home like the good little astronauts they were supposed to be and not remained on this planet. Instead, they’d sent their ship back to Earth without them, opting to stay with the women they’d fallen in love with because they had feared traveling the time warp in the wormhole on the return voyage would disintegrate those women.

For crying out loud. What kind of men would want to stay on a planet where the male species didn’t get educated and were considered nothing more than sex slaves?

Idiots
. When she got her hands on them… Sadness, strong and fierce, swept through her. Who was she kidding? She might never see them again. In minutes they would be streamlined with the wreckage and—

“What’s happening?” Piper’s panicked voice rocked Kinley back to reality.

Snapping her gaze to the left, Kinley found her identical twin sister standing right beside her. Thankfully, the smoke was clearing, and she could plainly see the fear on Piper’s face. Funny, she still looked the same after a year in sleep stasis—green eyes, pretty auburn, tangled hair and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Kinley wished she could keep the truth from her sisters, but they needed to hear the full extent of what was going on.

“Everything’s failing,” she admitted. Her heart twisted with anxiety when Piper frowned. But her sister recovered quickly and nodded like a trooper, accepting the possibility that they might not survive.

“I’m going to override,” Kinley stated. “You two get to work on saving the protection shields.” She focused on the task at hand.

Their younger sister Kayla yelled something about losing cabin pressure. Piper swore and took off.

Shit!

“Deal with it!” Kinley yelled back and unbuckled herself from the captain’s chair.

God, her eyes were still burning from all the smoke. The lingering, bitter taste made her want to gag. She could hardly see, could barely breathe. Hell, she could barely walk on the horribly tilted floor as she stumbled behind the bridge and popped open the red panel that would allow her access to the override button.

Black haziness swept inward from the corners of her eyes and Kinley knew if she didn’t calm herself, she’d pass out.

As if her sisters sensed what was happening to her, an oxygen mask flew in front of her face. She grabbed the mask and, with frantic, jerky speed, snapped it over her nose and mouth and deeply inhaled the precious, sweet air.

Yes. Relief.

The blackness hovering at the sides of her vision disappeared and Kayla’s worried glance had Kinley waving both sisters away, reassuring them she was fine.

The oxygen effectively cleared her mind and Kinley found the override button. Pushing it, she waited.

Override was a state-of-the-art alternative that, should the computerized system fail, would let a totally independent mainframe take over. Untested in the actual field—but passing the experimental phase with flying colors—the new system utilized hydrogen atoms instead of the array of microchips currently being used.

Suddenly the spaceship slowed and righted itself from the awful, steep tilt they’d been riding along. Yet they continued to plummet toward the planet, and Kinley swore if she reached her hand through the high-tech glass pane of the spaceship, she would literally touch the planet. It was 
that
 close. And it was so pretty, too. The colors were deepening, the landscape taking vivid form. There were rolling hills, lush, green, jungle-like vegetation and sparkling, blue ocean waters.

Kinley blinked, forced herself to rip her gaze from the mesmerizing beauty of the planet and came back to reality. The cabin was once again filling with acrid smoke.

“Brace yourself for impact!” she yelled as she gave the planet one final glance and watched it continue to careen closer and grow bigger.

Hurrying, she stumbled to the nearby consoles and quickly read that many systems were still failing. Thankfully though, life support, defense shields and replicators were now at yellow alert. Obviously the new gadget the tech guys had installed was able to fix the problems, but not fast enough. The swirling gray smoke continued to billow and she had a hard time seeing her hands on the keyboard. She should look for that damned oxygen mask. Heck, she didn’t even remember removing it or where she left it for that matter.

“Kinley! Get your ass over here!” Piper shouted. Through the smoke, Kinley could barely see her sisters had deployed the three emergency pods padded with high-tech crash-guard foam. Yet instead of climbing into their respective pods—which could save their lives—they were both dragging one of the heavy pods toward her.

“Forget the consoles!” Kayla screamed. She tried to grab Kinley’s wrist, but Kinley smacked her away. Ignoring the fear in Kayla’s eyes, Kinley whipped her sister the biggest reassuring smile she could muster.

“Get yourself and Piper secure. The longer I stay here and man the controls, the easier the crash.”

God, I sound totally calm. Am I in shock?

“Let it go!” Kayla shouted, her blue eyes sparking with fury. “We all get into the pods together or we all stay out.”

Anger slashed through Kinley’s momentary calm. Why in hell were they being so damned irritating?

“No fucking buts. Do as I say! That’s a goddamn order,” she barked.

Her sisters didn’t move. Determination and defiance marred their faces.

Shit! They can be so stubborn.

“Go! I’ll get in just before impact. I promise!”

They hesitated a few seconds, studying her to see if she spoke the truth, and she sighed in relief as they rushed off, leaving her small pod nearby.

Grabbing the joystick, Kinley angled the ship into a steadier dive. In response, the vehicle jerked, creaked and the metal hull complained, but thankfully it moved in the direction she guided. If she played her cards right, she could bring this baby down on the water and glide them to a stop.

Earth—correct that—Paradise looked breathtaking. Lush shades of greens and blues splashed past the window in an array of streaks. A split second later, everything changed. Although Kinley was in an airtight ship, she imagined the pungent odor of stagnant water as the blues and greens gave way to browns, blacks and grays.

Oh crap.
 What had happened to the nice scenery? Now everything seemed dark and dreary. The ship sped over the tops of gothic-like gnarled trees draped with hanging strands of brown moss. The pristine blue sky disappeared into the backdrop and suddenly the trees were replaced by a large, eerie black lake. Far ahead, more of those creepy trees loomed. Hopefully, before the ship reached them it would slow enough in the water, not to hit so hard as to crush her and her sisters to death.

Kinley had to land and she needed to do it now, because who knew how long this ship would hold together up in the air. Maneuvering the joystick, she angled as best she could toward the surface of water.

“Impact in ten seconds!” she yelled in warning, and then wondered who the hell she was shouting at. Her sisters were already safely secured inside their pods.

Heaving a sigh of frustration, Kinley reluctantly released the joystick and literally threw herself into the nearby dimly lit pod. Slamming the door, she fell onto the heavily cushioned chair, slipped on the harness and braced herself.

Not a moment too soon either
. The binds dug painfully into her chest as the spaceship jolted and swayed with dizzying speed. Suddenly, everything inside her pod became deathly silent, yet thankfully fresh air blew in all around her, compliments of the pod’s own life support system.

Realizing she hadn’t turned on the audio, she wondered if it was a wise idea to do so. But she wanted to know what was going on out there. Needed to know. Reaching up, she flipped the switch and, for a split second, wished she hadn’t. A distinct swishing slammed into the pod’s interior as impact was made. Liquid pummeled the sides and she imagined the metal saucer sliding over the black lake like a skipping stone.

The water wasn’t going to slow them down as easily as she’d hoped, because they just kept on gliding. She didn’t know how long they sped along—probably only two minutes—but it seemed an eternity. Suddenly she tensed against her restraints as the pod jolted. Snaps and pops echoed through the interior.